I feel like I’m in a cell. Trapped without escape. Love is what some call it. I shouldn’t feel suffocated though, in love. Love should be happy, floaty.
organisms they make up life everything around us and yet we can view them but do we ever see them and if they are so small- too small for the human eye, should we be looking at them anyway? i think we look too much and that’s bad
cold, concrete. three walls, one barred door that slams shut on freedom. singular bedrooms that contain beds with restraints. my own personal hell. the inspiration that’s trapped in my brain. what am i to do? go slowly in sane?
so many shiver through every unexpected and intimate crevice of me. simply at the thought of being alone because you are too blind to see me… and because I’ve never tried to step into the sun so you could.
I feel trapped and confined to my cell. I see many cells around me, and I don’t know what to do. It’s almost like I’m a cell forming into what society wants me to be.
They hurried us in, pack rats chased into gutter graves. We belonged to them now, slaves of utilitarian hopelessness. This place was for no soul. No light could live here; grey slabs stacking to house the forgotten hues that once merged to form a community. We would breathe here but not live. We would dwell and survive but no longer be free to feel anything but the darkness that built this sullen place.
células que corren que vienen, que van, que siguen y persisten, que imaginan, células que están, y yo estoy y tu estas, con ellas, siempre con ellas, las células, que vienen, ellas vienen, y yo voy, contigo voy, ven vamos y contigo voy, a la profundidad de esta célula.
Cells. We’ve been taught that cells are what make us, us. Not who we are but what we are. It’s the basis of our physical being. How interesting that somethin so small could be so important.
most visible during a sunburn. When you inspect it, you feel as if all the cells in your body are visible right there. It’s what makes sunburns so gross: it’s like a true burn, as if you’ve been in a fire or something.
Cells are what make up the human body, I think cells are such a miraculously thing, first of all because they are so small yet they make up our whole body. They are different kinds of cells they can be blood cells or bone cells or just brain cells but each one of them has its function and they even if they are small they do all the work of our body.
The Doctor shuddered as every cell in his being ached with radiation. He staggered away from Rose’s home and nearly fell into the TARDIS, the last place he could call home. Her presence wrapped around his mind with worry, and he silently apologized to her for what his body was about to do to hers.
there is so much i learned in bio that i have forgotten. i know dna is fun and stuff, genetics would be cool to study. but then again there are also cells in excel because computers are taking over the world. then again there are also jail cells where poeple rot away for ruining society completely.
He knew it down to very pore of his body, ever cell of his being. He knew there was no going back, that the way was closed. He knew how she felt. And for the first time, he felt like throwing up.
weird red things that are in your body gross cool doctors scientists school biology gay boring not the funnest to learn about lame fun wiggly interesting 5 letters in the word c e l l s weird as hell but cool i think
cells are the smallest particle of the human body. they have a nucleus, cytoplasm and outer membrane. cells form tissues, who then form organs and eventually form the human body. cells are vital for our exisistence
people have these in their bodies where bees deliver honey cells that people go in and out of the first cell the last cell maybe it means sell with a c
cell me
ave u ever been locked up in a cell? i didnt think so, well one word, they SUCK!! like , terribly bad. Prison is a terrible place to be. don’t be a criminal. DAm all of u if u think prison is fun, u must be losers. My cell had a toilet, my roomate made fruit punch in (it was delicious), but off topic. CELLS SUCK! so make sure to never be caught in ione.
I wonder if its referring to cell phones, or those little anatomical bits that make up all forms of organic life. I admit, my initial thought was the science one, but — frankly — in 2011, it’s far more likely that we’re talking about mobile telephones and smart phones.
If forced to decide, I’d say that my favorite part of cell structure is the mitochondria. It’s something like the waste system, and had a pretty badass name. Related: I almost failed every science class I ever took.
Cells. Life. Phones. Prison. Insides. Continuing. A cycle. Keeps going. Texts. Being trapped. Cells. Too many definitions. I’m confused……what does it mean?
We went to the Brain exhibit in the museum of natural history. We learned about neurons and chemical reactions and everything that lets us see, feel, taste, fear, love. It was wonderful and very scary, because it says quite definitively that our entire consciousness can be explained by a few million chemical reactions and electrical signals. We’d like to think otherwise, but that’s what it is – and that means that all that will be gone one day, and the world will be none the wiser to our innermost revelations. It’ll be like we never were.
We are composed of cells. I learned that in biology. But I didn’t learn much else. There are many things inside a cell, including a golgi body, vacuole, and nucleus. And other gross squishy things.
All the cells in my body were buzzing. It seemed as though that brush with death only made my body realize just how very alive it was. Suddenly every movement was recognized, and even when I stood completely still I became aware of the work my body had to do to stay alive.
Cells are interesting. They can be good or bad. Good because they are the basis of life, bad because too many can be dangerous. Cancer is an overgrowth of cells. I am running out of things to say about cells. I was never very good at science…
Wow…important in our body for transporting nutrients around. Also keep us trapped in our daily prisons, cells could define different things. It’s crazy what we can feel all trapped in, or feel trapped by period.
biomedirumbletubmle ricochet Rocket. Wow. Many. Plenty. Tie em up and wind em up and make a person tall or stout. Drink. Deteriorate. Cellular destruction. Cell tone. Ring and rang.
one cell. dropped in the ocean. keep the secret safe. keep it with all your passion. the fusion can’t meld us. the fission can’t split us. you’re slow on the uptake but I’ll give you everything you ask for.
Cells, that’s what all of us are made up of. Something as simple as that, so then why do we treat eachother so different? We ostrasize people because they’re different than us… but they really aren’t. We’re all the same, really. We all sin, we’re all human and we were all made with the same intent, to love one another. So then why don’t we fulfill one of the goals and purposes that has been laid upon us?
Tiny cells, dancing among the great masses of flowers, pollen in the air. I’m dust, dust in the wind, scattered across the world. Fading and dying. I will be dispersed soon, and then there will be nothing left of me but air, nothing to remind people what I once was.
Cells make up who we are. We care about cars and towns and planets when all we really need to concentrate on is our own cells. They hold the truth and the bliss for each person.
tingle, wiggle, push, pull, separate, grow, multiply. so simple, yet so complex, so insignificant, and so imperative. the building blocks of life without which we wouldn’t exist…
cells are what i work in everyday. my cubical is my cell. I hate cells because i cant see outside at all, and it was a beautiful day today, as all my friends tweets said but i didnt get to experience it bc i was in my cell. Thank you cells for ruining my day.
Cells, that’s what all of us are made up of. Something as simple as that, so then why do we treat eachother so different? We ostrasize people because they’re different than us… but they really aren’t. We’re all the same, really. We all sin, we’re all human and we were all made with the same intent, to love one another. So then why don’t we fulfill that one goal that has been laid upon us?
making up my being
completing me
completing themselves
replenishing
until twenty-five
when they begin to deteriorate
rot
decompose
leaving nothing but a soul
in a cell
The blackness of the room suffocated me beyond belief. I didn’t know if it went on forever, or if I only took one step I would run into a wall. All I knew was was that when this cell of a place opened, I was going to be in a world of trouble that I may or not make out of alive.
I feel like I’m in a cell. Trapped without escape. Love is what some call it. I shouldn’t feel suffocated though, in love. Love should be happy, floaty.
Cells. Science. Final. My God. Save Me Now.
organisms they make up life everything around us and yet we can view them but do we ever see them and if they are so small- too small for the human eye, should we be looking at them anyway? i think we look too much and that’s bad
cold, concrete. three walls, one barred door that slams shut on freedom. singular bedrooms that contain beds with restraints. my own personal hell. the inspiration that’s trapped in my brain. what am i to do? go slowly in sane?
The cells in your body are some of the most basic building blocks. Skin cells fall like snowflakes
so many shiver through every unexpected and intimate crevice of me. simply at the thought of being alone because you are too blind to see me… and because I’ve never tried to step into the sun so you could.
I feel trapped and confined to my cell. I see many cells around me, and I don’t know what to do. It’s almost like I’m a cell forming into what society wants me to be.
They hurried us in, pack rats chased into gutter graves. We belonged to them now, slaves of utilitarian hopelessness. This place was for no soul. No light could live here; grey slabs stacking to house the forgotten hues that once merged to form a community. We would breathe here but not live. We would dwell and survive but no longer be free to feel anything but the darkness that built this sullen place.
células que corren que vienen, que van, que siguen y persisten, que imaginan, células que están, y yo estoy y tu estas, con ellas, siempre con ellas, las células, que vienen, ellas vienen, y yo voy, contigo voy, ven vamos y contigo voy, a la profundidad de esta célula.
Cells. We’ve been taught that cells are what make us, us. Not who we are but what we are. It’s the basis of our physical being. How interesting that somethin so small could be so important.
most visible during a sunburn. When you inspect it, you feel as if all the cells in your body are visible right there. It’s what makes sunburns so gross: it’s like a true burn, as if you’ve been in a fire or something.
boundaries
permeably walled
communicating
cells
make contact
vibrate
Cells are what make up the human body, I think cells are such a miraculously thing, first of all because they are so small yet they make up our whole body. They are different kinds of cells they can be blood cells or bone cells or just brain cells but each one of them has its function and they even if they are small they do all the work of our body.
The Doctor shuddered as every cell in his being ached with radiation. He staggered away from Rose’s home and nearly fell into the TARDIS, the last place he could call home. Her presence wrapped around his mind with worry, and he silently apologized to her for what his body was about to do to hers.
there is so much i learned in bio that i have forgotten. i know dna is fun and stuff, genetics would be cool to study. but then again there are also cells in excel because computers are taking over the world. then again there are also jail cells where poeple rot away for ruining society completely.
He knew it down to very pore of his body, ever cell of his being. He knew there was no going back, that the way was closed. He knew how she felt. And for the first time, he felt like throwing up.
weird red things that are in your body gross cool doctors scientists school biology gay boring not the funnest to learn about lame fun wiggly interesting 5 letters in the word c e l l s weird as hell but cool i think
cells are the smallest particle of the human body. they have a nucleus, cytoplasm and outer membrane. cells form tissues, who then form organs and eventually form the human body. cells are vital for our exisistence
people have these in their bodies where bees deliver honey cells that people go in and out of the first cell the last cell maybe it means sell with a c
cell me
ave u ever been locked up in a cell? i didnt think so, well one word, they SUCK!! like , terribly bad. Prison is a terrible place to be. don’t be a criminal. DAm all of u if u think prison is fun, u must be losers. My cell had a toilet, my roomate made fruit punch in (it was delicious), but off topic. CELLS SUCK! so make sure to never be caught in ione.
I wonder if its referring to cell phones, or those little anatomical bits that make up all forms of organic life. I admit, my initial thought was the science one, but — frankly — in 2011, it’s far more likely that we’re talking about mobile telephones and smart phones.
If forced to decide, I’d say that my favorite part of cell structure is the mitochondria. It’s something like the waste system, and had a pretty badass name. Related: I almost failed every science class I ever took.
Cells. Life. Phones. Prison. Insides. Continuing. A cycle. Keeps going. Texts. Being trapped. Cells. Too many definitions. I’m confused……what does it mean?
We went to the Brain exhibit in the museum of natural history. We learned about neurons and chemical reactions and everything that lets us see, feel, taste, fear, love. It was wonderful and very scary, because it says quite definitively that our entire consciousness can be explained by a few million chemical reactions and electrical signals. We’d like to think otherwise, but that’s what it is – and that means that all that will be gone one day, and the world will be none the wiser to our innermost revelations. It’ll be like we never were.
We are composed of cells. I learned that in biology. But I didn’t learn much else. There are many things inside a cell, including a golgi body, vacuole, and nucleus. And other gross squishy things.
there are many cells within my body. they help me in many ways. I wish I knew more biology…
I used to, but I don’t anymore. Damn.
All the cells in my body were buzzing. It seemed as though that brush with death only made my body realize just how very alive it was. Suddenly every movement was recognized, and even when I stood completely still I became aware of the work my body had to do to stay alive.
Cells are interesting. They can be good or bad. Good because they are the basis of life, bad because too many can be dangerous. Cancer is an overgrowth of cells. I am running out of things to say about cells. I was never very good at science…
Wow…important in our body for transporting nutrients around. Also keep us trapped in our daily prisons, cells could define different things. It’s crazy what we can feel all trapped in, or feel trapped by period.
biomedirumbletubmle ricochet Rocket. Wow. Many. Plenty. Tie em up and wind em up and make a person tall or stout. Drink. Deteriorate. Cellular destruction. Cell tone. Ring and rang.
one cell. dropped in the ocean. keep the secret safe. keep it with all your passion. the fusion can’t meld us. the fission can’t split us. you’re slow on the uptake but I’ll give you everything you ask for.
Cells, that’s what all of us are made up of. Something as simple as that, so then why do we treat eachother so different? We ostrasize people because they’re different than us… but they really aren’t. We’re all the same, really. We all sin, we’re all human and we were all made with the same intent, to love one another. So then why don’t we fulfill one of the goals and purposes that has been laid upon us?
Tiny cells, dancing among the great masses of flowers, pollen in the air. I’m dust, dust in the wind, scattered across the world. Fading and dying. I will be dispersed soon, and then there will be nothing left of me but air, nothing to remind people what I once was.
you gave me everything down to my being. you changed it all with your sideways glances. you never knew, did you? how much it all gave me. everything.
Cells make up who we are. We care about cars and towns and planets when all we really need to concentrate on is our own cells. They hold the truth and the bliss for each person.
tingle, wiggle, push, pull, separate, grow, multiply. so simple, yet so complex, so insignificant, and so imperative. the building blocks of life without which we wouldn’t exist…
I was locked in and that was all. No escape. I surrendered to its cold bars, the damp floor, it was now my home.
cells are what i work in everyday. my cubical is my cell. I hate cells because i cant see outside at all, and it was a beautiful day today, as all my friends tweets said but i didnt get to experience it bc i was in my cell. Thank you cells for ruining my day.
Cells, that’s what all of us are made up of. Something as simple as that, so then why do we treat eachother so different? We ostrasize people because they’re different than us… but they really aren’t. We’re all the same, really. We all sin, we’re all human and we were all made with the same intent, to love one another. So then why don’t we fulfill that one goal that has been laid upon us?
making up my being
completing me
completing themselves
replenishing
until twenty-five
when they begin to deteriorate
rot
decompose
leaving nothing but a soul
in a cell
The blackness of the room suffocated me beyond belief. I didn’t know if it went on forever, or if I only took one step I would run into a wall. All I knew was was that when this cell of a place opened, I was going to be in a world of trouble that I may or not make out of alive.